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Life Did Not Present Its Sunny Side To Thee.

There Are Evil Spirits Who Suddenly Fix Their Abode In Man's Unguarded Breast, Causing Us To Commit Devilish Deeds, And Then, Hurrying Back To Their Native Hell, Leave Behind The Stings Of Remorse In The Poisoned Bosom.

Not He Who Scorns The Saviour's Yoke Should Wear His Cross Upon The Heart.

Like A Dart The Present Glances, Silent Stands The Past Sublime.

Strange Customs Do Not Thrive In Foreign Soil.